Evidence of spring's arrival lies abundant in my yard. Red tulips, purple dwarf irises, blue crocus, yellow forsythia. The birds certainly know it's nesting time. Rather than worms hanging from their beaks as they fly by, it's bits of bark, twigs, dried leaves or human debris. Sitting here admiring the sunny day makes me want to go out there and shove my hands in the soil, pull weeds and feel productive. But I wouldn't get any writing done that way.
Is spring a detriment to writing? There'll be more to do now, that's for sure--yard work, traveling, hiking--and that can take away from writing time. But the sunshine, flowers and spring air also fills me with a sort of energy I haven't felt since last spring. It awakens the urge in me to get things done, be active, produce. Well, writing is an accomplishing something. Right?
So what I have to do is use this new energy spring brings me and simply accomplish more each day.